>>17231804>With a rusty squaek, the faucet stops. The cascade of water over your head stops, and only small trickles run down yoir head. The warm water in the bath is nearly up to the base of your neck. Behind you your mane radiates atop the surface of the bathwater and out from your body in wispy runners."Keep your head back, dear."
>The gloops hover in a blue glow about Rarity's head. Plucking a cylindrical bottle from the air with her teeth, she removes the stopper with her dexterous mouth. The powerful aroma of lavender infuses itself into the moist air almost immediately, and it grows in pungency as a dollup of the fluid within lands on your head.>Mom's hooves rapidly knead at the soapy ball of orange hair behind you. Not wanting to know what gloop shampoo feels like in your eyes, you hold them shut and just listen to the wet sounds of Rarity working the gloop into a lather. Her hooves stroke and knead with a practiced gentleness. A small "Hmm" escapes your grinning lips. Your eyes open with a start when you feel another pair of lips lightly and too briefly press yours. Mom smiles down at you."Aren't you just the cutest thing."
>Normally you were embarrassed when Mom complimented you, but here in the middle of this shared girly ritual it just feels flattering. Everything she makes is beautiful, and tonight you get to play the part of her creation.>The flowery shampoo floats on the water around you, imbued with suds by the ends of your mane as it rests upon it. A thin film of dirt and oil is driven to the back of the tub by the soap in your now-clean hair. 